Disclaimer: Serial Experiments Lain is not mine, unfortunately.... or fortunately, depending on who you ask.
Author's Note: This fic is really weird, doesn't make much sense, but that's the way it's supposed to be I guess. It just came to me one day, I'm not sure when or how. But here it is nonetheless. It is supposed to be sort of like a conversation, like in the series when it's absolutely silent and there's just that white screen with tie-dye looking colors and some words that people are typing because they're having a conversation... know what I'm talking about? Probably not, oh well. Anyway, the normal writing is Lain and the bold italics is some person in the Wired. Also, the larger the space in between the lines, the longer it took for the person to respond. Sorry if that gets annoying, but I did it that way for a reason, so please bear with me. I know this might be sort of boring, but tell me what you think please, I hope it's not too boring. It only took me less than fifteen minutes to write and I haven't watched Serial Experiments Lain in a long time so please be gentle… Oh yeah, REVIEW please!!
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By, RadioactiveSquirl
message?begining?
But why?.....
Tell me why.....
Why did you do it?
:)
But why?
Because...
I wanted to...
Because I hurt...
And when you're dead, it doesn't hurt anymore.
But then, if you're dead, you aren't alive...
Then you can't live.
Oh, but...
...I can, I can...
I live, just not here...
I live in a different place...
....A better place.
I am not here...
But I live. In a different way, in a different place.
But is it really even a way, or even a place?
...Or, is it something else, or maybe nothing at all?
It is the Wired...
And it is connected, we are ALL connected...
...the Real World, and the Wired World.
But why did you leave this world, the Real World?
My life there... was an untitled document.
How?
It was nothing. There was nothing. Nothing of worth. It was boring...
But here.... Here it is different.
In what way?
That is something you will have to find out for yourself...
Come here, come to the Wired...
The life you live is an untitled documentation of what some dare to call life. It is a blank document... an untitled document... like mine was…
I know… I know you.
How?...
How do you know me?
You would be surprised at how much I know, how many people I know..... Lain
But why?
Tell me.....
Why?
:)
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message?ending?
